Chapter 005: Stealing Martial Arts Techniques

  "Get up, it's time! Here's some hot water, hurry up and wash your face, then we'll have breakfast."

  "Thank you, Mother." Lin Heng stepped forward and took over the basin.

  Lin Heng looked at this ordinary yet loving mother, and silently made up his mind that no matter what, he couldn't let her down. Even if it meant risking his life, he had to pass the final Warrior's Certification! He wanted everyone to know that her son wasn't a waste, not a laughing stock who only knew how to eat and drink.

  After breakfast, he sat in the small stool in front of the door as usual, basking in the warm sunlight with his eyes closed.

  This isn't him intentionally acting decadent, but rather he discovered that every time he finishes reading those mind methods, his body always extremely likes warmth and sunlight. The feeling of the sunlight shining on his body and slowly seeping in is extremely comfortable. At first, he couldn't detect it, but with his senses recently becoming extremely sensitive, he immediately realized it. He found that when the sunlight shines on his body, the tiny entities within his skin, tendons, bones, and flesh are like sprouts waiting to grow, getting nourished by the sunlight's energy, and becoming lively and full.

  "Hey, everyone come and see. Lin is over there, this waste is stupid, didn't he become a retard after failing to prove himself last time?"

  "This piece of trash is best off being stupid, someone like him disgraces the face of our Qi Li Gou. Suddenly, his tone changed: 'Right, damn it, this guy must be pretending to be stupid! If he becomes an idiot, the clan won't expel him... This waste is useless in every way, but he's actually quite calculating in this regard..."

  Not far away, a group of young men and women passed by. They were dressed in simple clothes, about the same age as Lin Heng, but their waistbands all had obvious martial artist marks. Some of them had already passed the test several years ago, some just barely made it through last time. Of course, even those who performed the worst only needed to participate three times at most to succeed, whereas someone like Lin Heng who failed five times in a row was truly an oddity.

  From this perspective, they certainly have the capital to laugh at Lin Huan. It's just that they don't know that the current Lin Huan has unknowingly left these newcomers far behind. If Lin Huan doesn't turn around and mock them, that would be fortunate for them.

  The so-called tribes in this world are not ordinary families with a single surname, but rather a union of multiple large surname groups. Simply put, it's similar to the concept of a village. The concept of a tribe is largely for the convenience of division of labor and unity in hunting. According to tribal rules, if a male member cannot obtain a warrior's certification before the age of 18, he will be expelled from the village. However, there is an exception - those with serious illnesses are exempt.

  "Nine out of ten are pretending to be stupid, knowing they won't pass, yet wanting to stick around in the village with a deadpan expression. No one is shameless, and no one is invincible!"

  Generally, everyone is from the same village, even if Lin Huan falls behind, they won't openly mock him. But these few people have already given up on Lin Huan becoming a warrior, a waste who can't even pass the warrior's certification, and can only accept the fate of being trampled underfoot forever, so they are unscrupulously reckless.

  One of the melon-seed-faced girls looked at Lin Feng, who was silent and unresponsive, and felt a pang of sympathy. She stopped her companions: "You guys don't talk nonsense, Lin Feng still has one last chance. In nearly a hundred years, no one has ever failed to pass the verification, he will definitely pass."

  Her words had the opposite effect, and several young people immediately started teasing her even more.

  At this time, Ying'er, who was playing with a small rattan ball, heard them laughing at her uncle and ran in front of them with short steps, looking up at their faces with a milky voice: "You can't bully my little uncle, my little uncle will definitely be very powerful. He said he must go into the mountain to hunt and exchange many chicken legs for me."

  She was only three years old, with long eyelashes blinking, her black eyes shining like stars on a cold night, and her small face full of seriousness.

  Several young people burst out laughing again at the sight of each other.

  "Your little brother-in-law is a born loser, can't even get a certificate. He wants to go into the mountains, but he's only good for feeding wild animals. He sees that you're young and takes advantage of you."

  "This person is truly hopeless, actually arrogant to the point of bragging to a little kid, if you have the ability then participate in the Dragon's Great Ceremony and let the warriors verify it. Come and prove your abilities..."

  The crowd gradually moved further and further away, carrying their laughter with them as they went off into the distance.

  Ying'er didn't fully understand what was being said, but she knew they were saying that her little uncle was stupid and speaking ill of her uncle. Her small face flushed with anger, and in an instant, she ran to Lin Hou's side, blinking her eyes repeatedly, and asked seriously: "Little Uncle, you will definitely become a warrior, right?"

  These days, Lin had long been accustomed to these idle words and rumors. But facing Xiaoying's eyes full of hope, especially her young age, she jumped out to defend this useless younger brother, instantly boiling with hot blood, as if a powerful unknown force was burning fiercely in his chest.

  He hugged his little niece tightly and nodded heavily: "Uncle won't deceive Ying'er, I must become a warrior!"

  As a village living by hunting, martial arts training is indispensable.

  The training ground is located on the large square in the east of the village. Every morning, all new warriors must go for collective training during their first month. As a result, the early morning hours are always filled with loud shouts and cheers. The first month's collective training is mandatory, but after that, warriors can decide whether to participate or not. However, most people usually participate for one to two years because they can receive guidance and instruction from their seniors. Additionally, when the village goes hunting in the mountains, each small team usually views this as a way to assess their abilities. Those who perform well can enter the deep mountains for training earlier and are also allocated prey.

  Lin Heng looked at the dozens of young people from his village, sweating profusely, one punch and one move, filled with admiration. For him, a person who came from another world, he had always had a knight-errant dream since childhood. Moreover, the martial arts in this world were completely different from the legendary martial arts, although they were also movements, but every punch and every kick could create ripples that shook the air.

  "With a single punch, the thick bluestone slab was shattered into a pile of debris. With a single kick, a massive trench was instantly swept out on the ground. The martial arts here not only strengthen the body and prolong life, but also far surpass physical common sense."

  Lin Heng's blood was boiling with excitement, eager to give it a try.

  "This is 'Dragon Slaying Eight Styles'." Lin Heng looked at the four martial artists fighting in the distance and immediately recognized it.

  The martial arts taught in the training hall are usually basic techniques, and the truly powerful ones are taught behind closed doors. Therefore, there is no rule prohibiting outsiders from watching, but rather allowing everyone to watch freely.

  "This punch must be explosive, not extended. You should wrap your inner energy through your intention and muscle, and then release it like a burst of power as soon as you touch the opponent... The hips and waist must be strong, so that they can jump in the air and show the majestic momentum of slaying the dragon... The biggest weakness of the monster is its slow turning. When there is a monster, you should not stay in the air, but like a dragon flying around its back, attack it."

  The village's famous master, also a first-rate martial artist, was instructing a young man who was practicing.

  Lin Heng concentrated his attention on it, and secretly memorized those moves and the key points that Niu Da Shu had pointed out.

  After lunch at home, he didn't have the habit of taking a nap, so he started practicing in the backyard. Of course, he had no real kung fu skills, and could only practice by himself according to the moves he remembered.

  Although it was just that, as soon as he got moving, he immediately realized the benefits of this "Dragon Slaying Eight Forms". At first, because it was pieced together from memory, one by one, the movements were stiff and disjointed. But on the second pass, he became familiar with it in his heart, and it seemed to connect smoothly. He only felt that his whole body was hot inside, those comfortable muscles and skin, following the exercise of the movement, all entered an extremely wonderful state. Every muscle cell seemed to gather into a huge array, as if preparing for battle, and his spirit stood up straight.